Taco: "No, no, no, no, NO!!" She stomped her foot once more as hot sauce began to bubble out of her shell. She screamed so loud, it could be heard Hotel OJ.
This caught the attention of Pickle. He immediately recognised the heavily British accent. He turned to Microphone to have a bit of a chat with her.
Pickle: "Ugh, Taco's still lurking around?"
Mic: "Yeah. Glad I ditched her though. Cant believe I dated her at one point-"
Pickle: "Wait, WHAT?!"
Mic: "Ugh, it was a strange time."
Pickle: "I can imagine."
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OJ walked in at possibly the worst time. He overheard everything that went down.
OJ: "So, should I-"
Pickle and Mic: "Yes."
OJ: "Okaaaay." He put up finger guns and left.
Back to Taco
The hot sauce bubbling up from her shell exploded out and got everywhere. Taco wiped off the hot sauce from her face in annoyance, a sour taste in her mouth.
Taco: "God f#ucking gordita!!" She screamed out. The Hotel OJ party light bugged her, even after a bit of cooling down
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She scoffed, bored out of her mind.
Taco: "Oh what to do, what to do?" She pondered, walking around in circles.
To be continued....Probably in an hour or something, idk, fuck me
